Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kiribati and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Royal Family And The Poor to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Nico,
Warsaw,
David Bowie,
Agitation Free,
Masters at Work,
The Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
The Buckinghams,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stiv Bators,
Juan Atkins,
The Vogues,
The Five Americans,
Mr. Review,
Zero Boys,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Don Cherry,
The Pretty Things,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dave Gahan,
Joyce Sims,
a-ha,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arab on Radar,
Tears for Fears,
Spoonie Gee,
ABBA,
The Doors,
Lungfish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nas,
The Beau Brummels,
Moebius,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pagans,
John Lydon,
Tim Buckley,
Sex Pistols,
Freddie Wadling,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Red Krayola,
The Smiths,
Oblivians,
Lou Christie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Youth Brigade,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Essential Logic,
T.S.O.L.,
D'Angelo,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.